Greatest Country

but a complex combination of assessments of objective reality on the one hand, and the hypodermic needles crawling the boulevards of this greatest country

like the migrating beliefs drawn from different levels
of cancer tips from a reputable Morning Show
on the other.



Also on the street, unwitting contributors to the loss of everyone's basic rights

one gnarled arthritic hand
then adds matter-of-factly,

"Most times, I don't care whether I do or don't."


It is when we go to the scholarly mind that we find even greater confusion
broken needles falling like what remains
of the greatest country
the gnarled hands
of the gutless
who let it
happen lips puking lies as thin as the relics of a rather thrilling past.



Lethargy, disinterest and general apathy ( again you liar you have cancer in this greatest country medicated and alone

FORCED CONVERSIONS


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wring society point at society rejoice in puking
lies we let it fall to pieces at this point
the knowledge of the Cross
restraining its hands






(level all man-made structures so that nature can once more return)





as outlined above

he carries this failure home where his family life
is undergoing a parallel deterioration.



at this point that the rest of society can wring its hands or rejoice in the certain knowledge

we all let it happen puking our lies

and when the Cross, that restraining talisman, falls to pieces



VERTEX


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In retrospect, it seems as if the degree to which one becomes a participant is as much a matter of perceiving oneself as a participant as it is of being accepted as a participant by others.